Jill Y and I had one of our hourly arguments. I said I was better than her and she begged to differ. The begging didn’t stop there either. She said she was a better person than I was, that she had less contempt for the less brilliant than I had; that she could cry; that she knew her limitations; that she understood how magnets work; that her best friend wasn’t called Thirsty Dave; that her sense of humor wouldn’t see her end up in prison and this is all truth absolute. What she doesn’t know is that I recently learned to pray:
4 thoughts on “Praying for an accident.”
Thirsty Dave would know what to do.
He certainly would and he would also have a drink while doing it!
Praying for an accident? God helps those who help themselves. As the tailgater, you could cause one. Imagine the whispers of thanks…
I learn soooo much from the folks at HO!
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